Modern Teyvat, bound to the Abyss Spiral

The next morning.

The sun rises later in the cold winter, and Li Qingping yawned as he opened the door.

"Looks like you had a good rest yesterday." Lei Dianzhen said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Not bad, very good." Li Qingping said with resentment.

Not bad at all!

In the past, when Li Qingping challenged the rapids, they could still meet and exchange a few moves, which at least made some progress.

But last night in the Fang of Osel, he didn't even see his opponent.

It was either a tsunami or a whirlpool. Li Qingping had been soaking in the water for a whole night and now he had no temper at all and could only keep a tough face.

"That's good. Practice more and I'll help you chop it down."

Lei Dianzhen was laughing the whole time and never stopped.

Li Qingping simply ignored her and walked all the way to the door of a breakfast shop.

There were lights on at the entrance of the breakfast shop, making the Wanmin Hall sign look spotless and clean.

Under the light, a girl with short braided hair is busy back and forth between several steamers, delivering breakfast to customers accurately and quickly.

The rising heat had already carried the fragrance for several miles, along with the girl's bright smile, dispelling the hunger and cold of the night.

Wanmintang only sells breakfast on weekdays, and the quantity is limited and it is on a first-come, first-served basis.

Li Qingping arrived relatively early and waited in line for more than ten minutes before it was his turn.

"Brother Qingping!" The girl was surprised and happy, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

"Good morning, Xiangling." Li Qingping was also in a good mood.

"I thought you wouldn't come! It's all Dad's fault. I've already taught him a lesson! He just likes to talk nonsense. Don't take it to heart." Xiangling was still enthusiastic.

Wanmintang is an old brand, and Master Mao's craftsmanship is authentic enough, but only a few old customers know that Xiangling, who is even better than her, is the real boss of this store.

Master Mao always doted on his daughter, so Li Qingping had reason to believe that Xiangling had really scolded Master Mao.

"Brother Qingping, what are you going to eat? Today's buns are really good, and the soy milk is pretty good too!"

"Wanmintang's products are so good. I want three steamed buns and a cup of soy milk. As usual, please pack me another one."

"okay!"

Xiangling moved quickly and quickly handed Li Qingping what he wanted. Then she turned around and shouted to the store, "Dad, I have to go to school!"

There was a quick response from the store. Master Mao came out to take over Xiangling's work and greeted Li Qingping.

Xiangling scolded Master Mao a few more times in front of Li Qingping, but Master Mao didn't take it seriously. He reminded Xiangling to be careful on the road and sold even more enthusiastically.

The customers around are not surprised.

Oh, the ugly face of a daughter slave!

Xiangling's junior high school and Li Qingping's school happened to be on the same bus route. Every day she would help out in her family's shop before going to school.

If he met Li Qingping who was buying breakfast, he would set off early and be able to adapt to the situation.

On the bus, Li Qingping was carrying a box of soup dumplings and a cup of soy milk.

A hole was deliberately torn in the soup dumpling box, and a fragrant aroma emanated from it.

That was Li Qingping's personal experience. This way, even if the buns were brought all the way to school, the skin would not collapse, and they would at least retain 80% of the taste they had before they came out of the oven.

Xiangling was more exaggerated. She was carrying two large insulated boxes in her left and right hands, which contained breakfast for at least twenty people.

Xiangling has been the breakfast god in the class since elementary school. Her responsibilities have even expanded to the grade director and the principal, and she can be said to have absolute power.

The classmates in the school she attended were miserable, asking why there was a limit on breakfast, why couldn't I be in the same class as Xiangling, and why the principal could eat this breakfast but I couldn't!

Dark, too dark...

"Brother Qingping, you have to be careful when you work part-time. Liyue has been in turmoil recently. I heard that many places were attacked yesterday." Xiangling said.

It’s not peaceful, and they all bumped into me!

"Well, I found another reliable job. This time it should be more stable," said Li Qingping.

The two chatted all the way and got off the bus at their respective schools.

When Li Qingping entered the school gate, he found that there was a new person in the message room. The usually dedicated Uncle Fushe was nowhere to be seen.

Uncle also skipped work?

But I'm making money, so you're deducting my salary!

Li Qingping was still holding something in his hand and couldn't stay for long, so he didn't go forward to ask what was going on and trotted all the way to the classroom.

There were people sitting in groups of three or four in the classroom. Some were catching up on yesterday's homework, some were flipping through textbooks, but most were discussing the turmoil in Liyue last night.

Shen He is already in position.

"Here, eat it while it's hot." Li Qingping took out the breakfast box, skillfully inserted a straw into the soy milk and handed it to Shen He.

Shen He also tacitly unpacked his chopsticks, opened the lid of the box, blew some hot air on it, and started eating in small bites.

"Were you okay yesterday?"

"I'll give you my stuff back."

Li Qingping and Shen He spoke at the same time.

"Next time you encounter danger, protect yourself first."

"I am fine."

At the same time again.

Shen He's face flushed red. He took the watch handed to him by Li Qingping, put it on hurriedly, and lowered his head to drink soy milk in small sips.

Li Qingping took a breath of cold air.

Could it be that Xingqiu was right?

"Ahem, I heard from a friend that your watch has an extraordinary origin." Li Qingping changed the subject.

"Master gave us these for self-defense. Senior Sister and I each have one, but Liyue is unsafe lately. You need them more than I do." Shen He's voice was low, but still clear. "Senior Sister Ganyu is the one who often appears on TV."

My senior sister Secretary-General Yue Haiting!

Li Qingping just asked casually, and Shen He confessed everything.

"My master is Master Liuyunjiefeng."

She even added a comment!

This time the goddess is really interested.

"There's no need to be so detailed. You still have to be careful with people."

"That's not necessary for you."

"necessary!"

"Oh."

Shen He responded and lowered his head to eat again, eating one soup dumpling at a time, his cheeks bulging.

"Then be careful when you treat others."

"it is good!"

The cloudy weather in Shenhe soon turned sunny, and Li Qingping was really helpless.

"How is that friend you mentioned?" Shen He spoke very quickly, as if it was something difficult to talk about. At the end, he secretly turned his head to observe Li Qingping's reaction.

"Which friend?" Li Qingping wondered.

"It's what I just said." Shen He gripped the chopsticks with some force, and the poor chopsticks made a faint sound.

Li Qingping understood that it must be referring to Keqing.

"What do you mean?"

"...Forget it, it's nothing." The innocent chopsticks were about to return to heaven.

"We just met, so we're not really friends. Calling me friends would be a compliment, and..."

"And what!"

“I feel worse than the one in front of me.”

pat!

The chopsticks still couldn't escape this disaster and broke into two pieces.

"I'm full, I'm going out to throw away the trash!" Shen He trotted out of the classroom with a plastic bag, his brisk footsteps seemed to be playing a joyful melody.

In a nutshell, the goddess was very happy.

"What is Shen He in such a hurry to do?" Xingqiu came in from the back door and asked Li Qingping when he saw him.

"Throwing away garbage." Li Qingping said.

"But isn't there a trash can behind the classroom? I see it's empty." Xingqiu even took a look, and after confirming it was correct, he became even more confused.

"Don't worry."

Xingqiu really didn't care. He sat next to Li Qingping with a look of "ask me something quickly" written all over his face.

"What's wrong with Young Master Xingqiu? Why are you so happy?" Li Qingping cooperated.

"Hehe! Didn't we work hand in hand with our senior sister to repel the Cult of the Abyss last night? When Dad came to the police station to pick me up, he had a sullen face and seven wolves ready in his hands!" Xingqiu spoke with great emotion, holding a rolled-up book in his hand, imitating the way his father held a belt.

"Qianyanjun didn't tell him the truth? He thought you were in trouble again." Li Qingping said.

Everyone else attending the cocktail party was dressed in formal attire, but his own child was dressed in a unique way and was notified by the Qianyan Army to go to the police station to pick him up.

Li Qingping felt that carrying a Seven Wolves was good enough.

"As soon as the deputy director saw my dad, he rushed over, shook my dad's hand, and excitedly said, 'As expected of the founder of Feiyun Logistics, even the children he raised are so outstanding! They're not afraid of the Abyss Cult at all.' My dad was completely stunned. He quickly hid the seven wolves and asked what happened and if my son was okay."

Xingqiu took the initiative to step forward and led a group of Liyue young people to stop the Abyss Cult, saving countless lives.

Although his contribution was not the only one, his role was crucial, so it is no wonder that the deputy director was so excited.

"Then what?" Li Qingping asked.

"I've never seen him smile so happily. He kept saying that a good father will have a good son, and that it's all right," Xingqiu said.

"Then what's with the mark on your hand?" Li Qingping asked, pointing at the belt mark on the back of Xingqiu's hand.

"I went home and didn't control my mouth. I told him that what he just said was wrong. The father of the Condor Hero was a big bad guy, so it's also possible that the son of a tiger has a father of a dog."

Li Qingping suddenly felt that using Seven Wolves was still too gentle.

Volume 1: 15. Commendation from Liyue Police Department

Shen He returned shortly afterwards and sat back in her seat as if nothing had happened, except that she turned her chair around and joined the conversation between Li Qingping and Xingqiu.

After learning about Xingqiu's remarks about "tiger sons being like dog fathers", he also agreed with Li Qingping that every beating Xingqiu received was in vain.

“Can you use a cell phone?”

Li Qingping took out the work computer that Ye Lan gave him last night, with a worried look on his face.

It was easy for him to chop down the Abyss Apostle Torrent, but when it came to using a mobile phone, he was completely clueless.

Last night he had wanted to take some time to explore this new gadget, but halfway through he was tricked by the Fang of Osel and had to play a lonely game with the unpredictable sea. Not only did he soak in the sea water all night, but in the end he didn't even know what was hiding under the thunderstorm clouds.

Li Qingping has now confirmed that he has the strength of the twelfth level, but he still returned empty-handed.

This is no longer an ordinary space of consciousness!

Must hit hard!

Li Qingping had already made plans. He would save some money and let thunder and lightning really strike that place.

Be obedient after being stabbed!

"Young Master Li, you finally got it! And it's the latest product from Fontaine, pretty good! Could it be..." Xingqiu widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

The degree of shock was no less than when I read about Xiaolongnu being molested in martial arts novels.